December 10th,1914
Gervaise here. I'm a French soldier fighting in this horrible war by the name of World War 1. Today was alright. It was definately grueling, but compared to some days, it was nothing. The rats in the trenches seem to be multiplying by the second. One snapped at me today. Those stupid, putrid vermon. I hate them so badly. One of my best friends died because those little, vicious critters. Here's a picture of him! Fitzgerald. Oh, how I miss him. He had no chance once it bit him and infected him with an incurable virus.
December 11th, 1914
Today was horrid. Many men died at the machine gun in the trench. That thing is so hard to move. It was horrible having to move the dead bodies out just to reach the gun. I felt like such a disgust to humanity. These trenches are so cold and lonely. I sing to myself and others. It's the only way we seem to maintain our sanity. Our favorite song to sing is that one nursery rhyme called The Wheels On The Bus! It's great how you can just make up your own little scenereos.
December 13th, 1914
Today was sort of fufilling, if you can use that sort of optimistic word in these situations. I nursed some guy to life that i have only talked to once in my life. He was shot and, eventhough it was a minor wound, I used my knowledge and placed pressure on the wound. Within a few hours of rest, he was good as new. Well, minus the hole in his hand. Let's just hope that the rats don't smell the bloodshed... that could get ugly. Here's a picture of one of those little devils... Rat.
December 20th, 1914
Sorry I haven't written in a while. Things have been pretty intense now-a-days. There isn't really much time to write on this old, crinkled paper, if you can even call it that. Between fighting for my beautiful country, taking care of my fellow soldiers, and taking care of myself, i really don't have much personal time. It seems like all people think about is who is better and stronger. If people would stop and think about what we are doing, it would completely repulse them. Fighting for freedom. It's such an unusual concept when thought about deeply. It kind of makes you disgusted, really.
December 25th, 1914
It's Christmas!!!!! Last night was probably the most peaceful night in what seems like an eternity! There was a cease fire. Everyone stopped everything they were doing and just hung out with their fellow soldiers and spent the time with their "second families" if you will. It was the best christmas present you could have ever asked for. We also traded chocolates and played soccer. It was just all around a great day to escape anything that was on your mind. This is my fellow trenchmate Serge enjoying a present. I dread seeing tomorrow. I don't know whether to look at today as a blessing, or a horrifying moment, because it's now the longest time before next christmas. I guess i'll just go and get some sleep now. Would you like to see where I sleep? This is where i snooze.
June 13th, 1919
Nineteen must be my lucky number. There is finally peace! I'm sitting in my home. Isn't that such an unfamiliar word; home. Wow. It's been forever since i've actually been comfortable. This feeling is just unexplainable. The feeling of knowing that everyone is satisfied and everything is going to be alright. The past years may have been catastrophic, but that just makes it all the more rewarding, being able to sit here and enjoy the fact that I'm safe. I'M SAFE!!!!! All the fighting and war payed off just like I knew it would. Well, i guess I'd better go get to sleeping. I'm excied to finally sleep in a comfy place for once. Thanks for listening, Diary.
Gervaise: A French Legend
December 10th, 1914
Gervaise here. I'm a French soldier fighting in this horrible war by the name of World War 1. Today was alright. It was definately grueling, but compared to some days, it was nothing. The rats in the trenches seem to be multiplying by the second. One snapped at me today. Those stupid, putrid vermon. I hate them so badly. One of my best friends died because those little, vicious critters. Here's a picture of him! Fitzgerald. Oh, how I miss him. He had no chance once it bit him and infected him with an incurable virus.
December 11th, 1914
Today was horrid. Many men died at the machine gun in the trench. That thing is so hard to move. It was horrible having to move the dead bodies out just to reach the gun. I felt like such a disgust to humanity. These trenches are so cold and lonely. I sing to myself and others. It's the only way we seem to maintain our sanity. Our favorite song to sing is that one nursery rhyme called The Wheels On The Bus! It's great how you can just make up your own little scenereos.
December 13th, 1914
Today was sort of fufilling, if you can use that sort of optimistic word in these situations. I nursed some guy to life that i have only talked to once in my life. He was shot and, eventhough it was a minor wound, I used my knowledge and placed pressure on the wound. Within a few hours of rest, he was good as new. Well, minus the hole in his hand. Let's just hope that the rats don't smell the bloodshed... that could get ugly. Here's a picture of one of those little devils... Rat.
December 20th, 1914
Sorry I haven't written in a while. Things have been pretty intense now-a-days. There isn't really much time to write on this old, crinkled paper, if you can even call it that. Between fighting for my beautiful country, taking care of my fellow soldiers, and taking care of myself, i really don't have much personal time. It seems like all people think about is who is better and stronger. If people would stop and think about what we are doing, it would completely repulse them. Fighting for freedom. It's such an unusual concept when thought about deeply. It kind of makes you disgusted, really.
December 25th, 1914
It's Christmas!!!!! Last night was probably the most peaceful night in what seems like an eternity! There was a cease fire. Everyone stopped everything they were doing and just hung out with their fellow soldiers and spent the time with their "second families" if you will. It was the best christmas present you could have ever asked for. We also traded chocolates and played soccer. It was just all around a great day to escape anything that was on your mind. This is my fellow trenchmate Serge enjoying a present. I dread seeing tomorrow. I don't know whether to look at today as a blessing, or a horrifying moment, because it's now the longest time before next christmas. I guess i'll just go and get some sleep now. Would you like to see where I sleep? This is where i snooze.
June 13th, 1919
Nineteen must be my lucky number. There is finally peace! I'm sitting in my home. Isn't that such an unfamiliar word; home. Wow. It's been forever since i've actually been comfortable. This feeling is just unexplainable. The feeling of knowing that everyone is satisfied and everything is going to be alright. The past years may have been catastrophic, but that just makes it all the more rewarding, being able to sit here and enjoy the fact that I'm safe. I'M SAFE!!!!! All the fighting and war payed off just like I knew it would. Well, i guess I'd better go get to sleeping. I'm excied to finally sleep in a comfy place for once. Thanks for listening, Diary.
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